When I was young the silk
of my mind
hard as a peony head […]
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As my prayer become more attentive and inward
I had less and less to say.
I finally became completely silent. […]
There are many windows through
which we can look out into the
world, searching for meaning …
‘A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey […]
Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly.
leaving nothing out.
A white rose opens in a quiet arbour
Where I sit reading Dante, Paradise
unfolding in me, opens hour by hour […]
The soul, like the moon,
is new, and always new again. …
I have a suitcase
Packed with many things. …